a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

you cannot feed someone truth

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

not their contents

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Rain, starting

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

so the method has to be autonomous

Her English is poor but she manages a brief introduction before getting to the point. She asks if she can touch his face. She's already reaching out and gesturing at it. Koreans are way too polite, he's just laughing awkwardly. I put my hand kind of between them and wave it to try and indicate no to her. I'm still in fucking mime mode. I say no, but it's not really to her, or to him, just no, in general. This is all too weird. Dejected, she departs with a comment about having never seen someone like him before.

i really havent

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Thank you, Jack

yeah